The barriers of time,
I don’t think you ride them very well.
We come up against them all the time.
They’re in our shoes.
They hurt a lot.
You can’t see this for the daylight,
the great big prison playroom we are in.
It’s got walls to it
intrinsically built into each one.
That’s where our cameras go.
That’s how we feel this test.

Your loved one’s on the other side of the room
bakin’ pies.
In symbolic meaning that’s a round of thought
comin’ your way.
You’re separated
by time’s barriers.
You can’t get at each other
in the physical sense.
Great big surprises come your way
when you do,
cramped experience
that puts relationship to the test.
You hold them there
sweetly,
and then you may never see them again.

You don’t know what’s up,
what’s goin’ on.
I’ve left my poem alone in a fire
so heartfelt in love’s embrace.
I can’t get at the tires,
or maybe death’s got your door,
and your dog’s died,
the great big sloppy-lickin’ dog of your life,
and no ma’am I haven’t just lost a dog.
I’ve lost a reality so big
it took up half my room.
She was always there lickin’ paws
next to my life.
Losing her took my front teeth—
my daughter you know.

She’s melting time’s barriers
tryin’ to see me.
I don’t think you know the cough of this universe.
It’s horrifying.
I see her damn near every day
tryin’ to reach through vision to get me
near to her.
Death’s reality would spook you
if you knew it’s there.
I’ve muscle on this,
but I’m pigeon-toed.
I can’t just hold my girl
like she’s right up against me.
I hold her paw
in some astronaut’s gleaming
Interstellar there at the back of the house.
The confines of death,
they break us apart.

The muscle of time,
do you know it’s there?
It separates you from everything—
one little lonely being at a time.
Times barriers put us in a single physical space
where we can’t figure each other out.
We laugh out loud,
then cry.

You’re a pickup truck
that can’t pick anybody up.
You hold yourself
the station of the universe,
but you can’t move a goddamn thing
if others block you.
They are themselves the center station too.
The great paradox of life
makes you powerless to act
where you would give your right eye to act
but cannot,
in those places most meaningful to you
you have no power over.
You sit in time
scaling your life,
a sheer wall of belief and hard fact,
never any top in sight.
What are you doin’?

It puts us to the test.
Time’s warriors
bake and sell us at the flea market,
but this is not why you’re here,
and you last longer than Heaven,
a safe haven at the back of the house
to get our strength back
but that can trap us too.
We are so much bigger than death
that blinds us all while we’re still alive.
Hold your child close.
Can you protect him from anything
bigger than your arms of control?
Fiend death my friend,
he sucks.
What’s the answer to all this?
What are we doing?

The answer lies on a page in a WordPress blog?
Definitely,
if you know how truth presents itself.
It’s not haughty and it don’t wear spears.
It might even be embarrassing,
hittin’ in society’s low spot.
It would be uglier than the norm,
the vehicle of truth,
but it would shore you up with sincerity if you test it.
It would be one among a mass
that your truth sense recognize,
because it is beyond belief
in name and form.
It’s not part of the system
that ensnares you.

Come to my party?
There’s no snaking you there.
You just have to realize what’s been true all along,
but that you have never seen
because it’s so represent itself,
and you only see the representation,
the figure in time,
or the one who has wings
to be your figure of God behind it
you thought about a lot
but never really met.
The scientist
would just see a meaningless void.

Can’t you see I got your skies on?
I’m not pollutin’ the skies.
I’m not anything wrong.
Well how about that?
I hold my boy in love’s embrace,
and we figured out time.
That’s the challenger
for your social skies.
I’m not doin’ business.
I’m a love angle on time
to make us greater in it.
That’s the vehicle in the room.
Can you dig it?

The limits of time,
they are both normal and strange.
You can’t be in two places at once
a sudden trapdoor
to a greater life.
You are either who you are upstairs
or the little I down there livin’ life.
I’ve seen this juxtaposition,
where I got out of time.
It was a railroad.
Greater times are comin’.

Now I just comb my hair and wash my face
and shoot my gun?
No I land this in your lap
reachin’ through a poem to you.
It’s fresh meat now,
but where will I be when I am dead,
and you’re readin’ these words?
Look around the room.
Am I there
a thought stroke?

That’s life,
you know the big one.
Strict society belt
won’t even let you think this to yourself.
I’m bein’ looked in on by me
with a question:
how much longer you runnin’ half the house?
You will have a future
integral
with who you are on high.
My God this is big,
and we meet time’s barriers down
the because in the room.
I’m comin’ after you
foldin’ time,
a lesson in reality
completely out of the script.
You’re gettin’ that script.

I’ve come all the way from the ground up.
I’m not an existential crisis.
I know who I am.
I’ve been shot that’s all,
ghosted by most everyone,
put out to pasture.
What do you do with that,
and you identify with the world,
hold it close your livin’ self?
You have gone out of time
and been the big who we are,
enough to see it,
enough to be it
to know it’s there.

I’ve seen outside the symbolism,
outside the roles we play.
Even if you call it a computer simulation,
figuring the unknown with the known,
whatever you call it,
I’ve been in compassionate reality,
the bigger reality beyond this one.
I’ve seen the real thing.
No one counts this
as a thing to be known
where animals food our feeding faces
as our reality,
no depth to it,
no meaning,
nothing behind,
except Gods to worship and obey
or enlightenment’s sweepstakes
that bring you empty shell.

Can’t you see beyond time?
What’s bigger than the universe?
Is that just empty skies?
What’s bigger than playpens?
I’m a figure on that.
So like the show
to give you the universal accepted scapegoat
as the one to show.
I can’t get my name in public.
I can’t even write it down
anywhere near heard.
Is that just because I’m lying?

Can I show you my flag?
It’s not rainbow screwed.
It’s your heartbeat
and mine
symbolizin’ time.
It’s where everybody goes to school.
It’s the time of day
in this poem.
It’s where we all meet
at the end of the classroom.
I’m sorry it’s me,
but hello I’m yours.

The terror is only a being in time.
The face of evil,
It can’t get at that larger you
in transcendence’s sphere.
It has no power there.
It can only rattle your cage.
Anything it does to you
it’s not doing to you
but to the actor in that cage.
This is the meaning of no harm
can come to you.

It’s beyond time
time's relevant,
time's keeper,
truth's formula,
but it can act within time and space
with impunity,
with absolute, unhindered power.
It is bigger than evil.
It has eyes on you,
not to save your life
but to bring you home.
It does not stare you down.

It doesn’t even guide you
with any advice.
It’s up there.
You’re down here,
but it’s comin’ to meet yah.
It’s comin’ to be who you are down here.
This is the plan of Earth,
what her victory skies.

You are a crossroads to that.
We are at Earth’s great turning point
to land ourselves there.
I am a seed bearer that is all.
I come to tell you what’s comin’,
and if my voice don’t get out
someone else will.
This is the mystery time hides,
why it put you in a straight jacket,
why it won’t leave you alone.
Can you understand me?
Do you see what I’m doin’?
I’m meetin’ you with your maker
who is you.
I’m solvin’ the mystery of time.
I’m giving you wings to grow.
Take my hand please,
these worded verses,
and make it all worthwhile.

Protracted,
a polar bear’s smile.
It’s gonna take a long time to reach Supermind.

It’s not there at our feet.
It’s not your garden grow.
It’s not at the hoof of your horse.
It has to be as common as a cold
for you to see it.
The more people up there
for a moment’s gleam,
it holds you up there
breakout sweepstakes.

This area’s comin’ into our view portal now
the hesitancy in time.
It’s comin’ your way in poems
Emily Dickinson’s undiscovered continent
she looks out on from her pier.
Rumi’s love poem
says you can only see the sun by the sun.
Did we see him there?
Now this poet speaks
in plain as day.
I’ve reminded you of Supermind
in Savitri’s care.
I’m just the outcast that says it.

Now hold me close.
You don’t have to do nothin’,
just read the poem
the miles that you work today,
the poem that you reach today.
It’s such a piano to
look at the subway
and see supernal skies.
Stand the subway of time.
Is that tomorra mornin’?

Emergency level
truth’s barriers,
time’s walls.
There’s a lot goin’ on.
Right at the turning point.
Except for the money I wanna tell you somethin’.
Your morality drinks beer.
You’re not the captain of the ship
people.
You’re who we go to to take our stories off.
Right here for you
on your mark, get set…
The restrict we have,
we put it on things.
We use safety to protect ourselves from safety.
Actually a lot right here.
We’re movin’ on.
What’s your plan,
bring us all to safety?
That one சாவி,

I’m inside a poem.